Christmas Stuffed and Wrapped

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This was my last training session prior to the Christmas break and I thought about giving the blog a Christmas theme:  

Tis the season to be Jolly

Fa la la la la, la la la la (fa la la la la, la la la la)

Stuff the slave with great big dildo

Fa la la la la, la la la la (fa la la la la, la la la la)

Then fix the slave with lots of poly

Fa la la la la ...

Then I realised the session was far too intense and enjoyable to trivialise with Vogon Christmas carols, so I shall just share my experiences as they happened -

Down down deeper and down

Book appointment  👍

Confirmation mail from Mistress 👍 

 

A.M. do Rapid Lateral Flow Test 👍

Hour before ring Mistress to confirm 👍

Arrive exactly on time wearing mask 👍

Temperature taken by Maggie 👍

Provide proof of negative covid test 👍

Follow that glorious latex derrière to Playroom 👍

and let the real enjoyment begin.

The calling letter from Mistress Maggie gave a lot more scope for my imagination to work on -

‘Your rubber Mistress has been spawning ideas for an experience that will have you swimming into the festive season, in double layers my plaything will be suitably decorated and going with the flow’.

Although I couldn't glean what exactly might happen, there was sufficient reverie to tickle and excite my active imagination. Maggie had greeted me in her shiny gold catsuit which shimmered invitingly throughout the preliminaries, and once I was stripped down to nothing but my rubber socks and gloves I was soon worshipping her knee high black boots with some encouragement from her riding crop. Not that I needed any encouragement and not that Mistress used the crop in anger, more a giddy up and get on with it slave. It was a little different from my normal place of worship in so much that Maggie was casually poised on a tall stool, but my position was as appropriate as always: kneeling at her feet in worship, ready to lick, kiss and generally enjoy the experience. I know not to stray above the boots with my worship but it didn't stop my nose being assailed with the most glorious scent of latex and Mistress.


Mistress then employed me to do some furniture shifting.‘Bring the padded bench into the room please slave. Park it alongside the bed, and take this stool out while you’re there', she said. I knew Mistress wouldn’t be having me shift furniture without some ulterior motive, and true to form I soon found myself draped over the bed with arms outstretched, chained by my wrists to the bed posts and having an aromas soaked towel held over my nose. I few deep breaths had me feeling relaxed, ready for what can only be described as a penetrating experience. Mistress donned her strap-on and loaded it with her large gold dildo, then lubing me up she slowly mounted her slave.

After a good few minutes riding me, Maggie decided she had had enough but my asshole hadn't, so taking off the dildo she sat on the bed and proceeded to make sure it went in deeper and deeper. Once satisfied (and so was I 😁) that her largest electro butt plug would go in easily, the monster was installed snugly in my asshole and tested to ensure it was working ok.

It didn't take long to have me zipped safe and sound inside my Invincible catsuit, with the bum electro leads fed through one of the zippers. It was then that I understood where the next part of the session was heading. Maggie was going to shrink wrap her slave to the Plank and the legs were being screwed onto it ready to get started. Out came the pre-prepared plastic cape, made to make the shoulder wrapping easier and ensure the neck isn’t wrapped too tight, (I have repeatedly eulogised about how thorough and thoughtful Maggie is in her preparation and the comfort of her slaves) it was draped round my shoulders and the cling film wrap commenced.

Mistress had devised a better way of plank wrapping her slave, I was to stand there like a maypole while Maggie circled round me again and again, winding me up with her roll of film until I was thoroughly covered in layers of see through plastic between neck and thighs. The film was then smoothed down before laying me on the plank for the final lower wrap. We agreed that by leaving my legs free it would be easier for me to straddle the plank and shuffle backward or forwards into the best position, Maggie would then be able to clingfilm my legs together.

That worked superbly well, my legs were temporarily roped to the overhead gantry and et voila, it was easy to wrap the legs. Mistress asked me if I needed any cushions and put one under my head and another under my calves. Things then started to get somewhat immobile as Maggie proceeded to wrap me to the plank. I must say I like that experience because I can just make out Maggie's superb breasts as she leans over to pass the roll round her slave. Some good that did apart from urging my cock to become more active.

Maggie wanted her slave totally plasticised. By using her inflatable plastic hood she could achieve that and use its mouth tube to incorporate some restricted breathing, but she also wanted me to experience the joys of more aromas: a plan that created a bit of a quandary. In my experience Maggie has never been a lady who’s foxed by a challenge, so I wasn’t at all surprised when a few moments later she leapt up with a eureka solution. First I was fitted into the latex anaesthetic hood then, with a tight squeeze, the transparent plastic one was forced over the top, and before I knew it my head was puffed up like a balloon. After that my vision became somewhat hazy and even moreso when Mistress said. ‘Let’s find out if these hoods work shall we? Take a deep breath out slave…’ The aroma cloth was held over my mouth tube ‘… and take a deep breath in!... Heaven - I was able to breathe through my nose to get the full effect and Mistress caressed my head with her latex gloves as I floated away into a marvellous place.

By now I was no more than a rigid plaything, a mummy for Mistress to do with as she pleased and that involved freeing a space in the wrapping where my cock was already trying to make its escape. Snip, snip went the scissors and my cock and balls pulled through to the outside. However, their freedom was only short lived because Mistress had assembled some special devices designed to inflict electric current on the groin area. My cock was locked in an electric chastity cage and an electro scrotal bag  stretched over the top to encapsulate my balls. So three electric circuits were used, one to cock, one to balls and one up my bum, giving Mistress the chance to use her new electric control box and the thrill of sending her stimulating electric pulses flowing in all directions.

Over time those electro levels were being gradually raised, each time I got used to a new sensation a little bit more was added. Maggie made sure her plaything knew its survival lay in her hands by occasionally cutting off my air supply with her rubbered finger, at other times she would feed me with life-giving water or send her sweet breaths down my airway tube. 

The ambience in the room then changed: a disco light was positioned so that the effects were visible through the plastic inflatable hood and the main lighting turned off. That was a strange sensation. Gazing at all the blues, yellows and greens swirling above me was such a different ambience and as I quietly lay there I thought of nothing but Mistress Maggie. Was it brain washing, a psychedelic experience or just a vision of the heaven that Maggie had brought me to? Whatever, I momentarily returned to the Christmas theme of Peace On Earth.

With the scene set and her work done Maggie took up a reclining position on the bed and put her feet up on the object she’d created. I do enjoy being her footstool and loved every minute, however, the joy didn’t last forever. The electric levels were raised reasonable high by now, and running her latex hands over my torso to check my temperature Maggie decided to increase the heat. Hello hairdryer!  - it’s heat was used all over me, making my wrapping shrink just a little bit more before concentrating on my chastity cage and playing with my self control. I didn't last long and as Maggie expected I ended up apologising again! Mistress Maggie knows her slave very well, there was no way I could stop my cock from exploding! I really don’t mind, because Maggie can do and does do whatever she wishes with this slave.

This was the best possible Christmas present and thank you Mistress for giving your slave a VERY Merry Christmas. I really look forward to 2022 and as I said, the session was too wonderful to descend into Vogon.

What a Shocking Christmas Pud

I was ringing the door to Mistress Maggie’s Chambers for the final time in the 2010's. Like all the slaves who visit her in December I had to wipe my feet on her special Christmas doormat. Maggie was sporting a very obvious strap-on dildo, and once I had hung up my coat we followed behind it, all the way upstairs to the Playroom. Footwear worship came first, and today involved a new pair of black ankle boots that Mistress had only recently acquired. It was an honour to be knelt before her in my rightful place and to be one of the first to pay homage to these elegant, stylish boots. I even surreptitiously managed the softest touch against the fishnet tights that adorned Maggie’s beautiful legs, but of course rules are rules ‘boots only slave’, and it was only an accidental touch of those most wonderful calves.

One satisfied slave being stuffed ready for Christmas.

Although twenty days away from Christmas this was the nearest session to the big day that I could arrange. Even so, the festive spirit was starting early in the Preston Chambers. As you might expect around the Christmas festive season, thoughts turn to stuffing the turkey, making the Christmas pudding, log decorations and, of course that Nat King Cole classic 'Deck the balls with boughs of holly’, or some kinky version thereof. I can only hope that my Mistress was able to experience at least half the festive spirit that was engendered in her slave as we navigated through my last Christmas of this decade in these heavenly surroundings.

Maggie’s fertile imagination was on fire again as became evident when this years’ celebrations got off to a seasonal start by stuffing her slave. It is incredibly liberating knowing that my owner can stuff her slave whenever she wishes, and indeed she frequently does. I was strapped across the Playroom horse, oiled and mounted from the rear by the comfortably sized strap-on. No need for stretching exercises for my anus, just gentle and steady pressure as the dildo eased in then I was fucked, plain and simple by the only person I want to enter that most private part of my body. Mistress has complete freedom to do whatever she wishes to her rubber slave and I think the power exchange between slave and Mistress is complete and absolute and perfectly personified in this exquisite activity. Judging by the beautiful picture, Mistress was at least satisfied with the mount.

Adding a little spice to my already pleasantly throbbing rectal passage, Mistress thoughtfully pushed a remote controlled vibrating butt plug inside me. That would certainly keep the area throbbing, especially when the zip was pulled up and it was safely buzzing inside my latex catsuit.

After the boot worship and a liberal amount of stuffing it was time to move into the Clinic for what I knew would be even more stuffing. Mistress does like a latex nurse outfit and disappeared for a while to slip into her uniform. Mistress had instructed me to wear baggy trousers in the calling mail and that could only mean one thing; I was once more going to receive a scrotal saline inflation. Once firmly secured onto her operating table Maggie partially opened my crotch zip to release my cock and balls for the delicious inflation to begin, meanwhile, the vibrating butt plug remained in-situ keeping my innards company.

I was surprised when Mistress fitted and locked me in a metal chastity device, but hey it’s Christmas so an extra ornament was welcomed. Probably a little too welcome, because Maggie had only just got the wee beasty under her control before the affects of her fitting the device round my cock had the inevitable effect. Talk about growing pains, but the device was now fixed and my cock wasn't going anywhere. An interesting thought flickered across my mind. Knowing from previous experience that an infusion does have the saline gradually expanding along your shaft, with it now caged would the steel cage be stuck until the saline diffuses? It was only a brief thought and we soon moved on.

A gas mask was provided along with accessories to send me deeper under the spell of my enchantress, but definitely not a silent sensory control, oh no. To help fill the time whilst my balls were being filled with the 500ml of saline, Mistress had devised some entertainment aimed at keeping her slave alert and enjoying the sensations. Firstly for those Star Wars fans, you would certainly relish the Darth Vader breathing sounds that were being piped through the headphones, then you could use the darkness provided by the blindfold to let your mind wander to the halcyon days of Luke Skywalker, Princess Leia, Wookiee... I prefer dreaming of a wonderful, attractive, highly sensual and very erotic Mistress Maggie. Far more interesting and enjoyable than the Millennium Falcon.

Around halfway through the infusion, the drip drip of the saline slowed a little and a second cannula was necessary to encourage a good flow, then I think to amuse Maggie more than her slave, out came the pump up electro nipple tubes to encourage bud growth in these quiet winter days.

Sometimes I wonder what else amuses Mistress at her slaves expense, but that is exactly what I signed up for and promised Maggie a long time ago, ‘To willingly do whatever Mistress asks, immediately and without question… ‘. If I am being totally honest, I long for the journey of discovery that my Mistress is guiding me along and hope to uncover more of her secret pleasures. So far I have loved every one of them and can only hope that Maggie is deriving as much pleasure, otherwise I am really failing in my promise.

The electrical throbbing that was being induced in my puckering nipples was being matched by the vibrations lower down. You may have forgotten, I certainly haven't, that the anal stimulator was doing just that in parallel with the nipple stimulations. Whilst my balls were filling with the saline my nipples and butt were filling me with pleasure waves. Mistress has certainly found a very pleasurable way of whiling away her slaves time during the filling process.

As the final few salty millilitres were being eagerly absorbed into my ball sac, Mistress removed my blindfold and headphones so that I could see, well almost, and hear what was about to happen next. Maggie in her smooth sexy tones whispered that she was applying a shield to protect the couch while she hotted up the operation area with a frosting of molten wax. A very sensible precaution I thought.

I smelt a candle being lit, braced myself for what I thought was the inevitable hot wax on balls treatment and then... no pain whatsoever. Drip after drip was aimed at my inflated balls and it must have been the cool saline acting as an insulator, but I really couldn't feel the wax. I do believe Maggie was particularly pleased with this part of the session and grinned as she stuck something into the cooling wax. ‘That's it. The pudding is complete!’

I did not know what to think. Eh? Pudding? Complete? - Up until this point I could only guess what was happening down south. Thoughtful as ever, Mistress temporarily removed the aroma mask and allowed me to survey her handy work through the prism glasses. Bringing red rope she used it to hitch my chastity cage to my collar and present her pudding for better viewing.

Wow! what an amazing sight. My swollen balls covered in candle wax and the sprig of holly topping made my genitals resemble a Christmas pudding! Mistress really has the most amazing imagination and does like her slaves to appreciate her hard work. I really do think she has enchanted my heart, body and soul.

It was only now that I realised the significance of the foil shield round my pudding as Mistress announced it was time to cook the pudding and attached two electrodes, one to the foil shield and the second on the perineum, close to the vibrating butt plug. This could prove pretty uncomfortable as Maggie idly asked what level we should cook the pud.

Apart from a brief mention of Christmas day I am unsure how we both arrived at singing 'I saw three ships come sailing in', Perhaps the video will provide the answer? I think it was the sight of a Christmas pudding that put Mistress in such a festive mood, but it did make us both laugh and Maggie continued to laugh as the pudding started cooking. I stammered on singing in an electrified way and roughly in time with the rise and fall of the cooking cycle!

It didn't prove uncomfortable at all. After all why should it? Mistress wanted it this way and therefore I was actually enjoying all the sensations that were whirling around my senses. By now, either Maggie had turned the vibrating bum invader off or I had outlasted the batteries, after all it had been vibrating for most of the afternoon. Perhaps I will never know.

The lasting memories from this Christmas festivities are all very positive. Probably the most memorable is the feeling of complete calm at being so privileged to serve yet another Christmas with the most stunningly attractive and mesmerising person I have ever met or ever wish to meet.

Thank you Mistress Maggie for guiding me along this journey and long may it continue. A peaceful Christmas and prosperous and happy New Year and I really look forward to next Christmas with you as my owner but sooner than that, I will see you very early in 2020.

WARNING: This 90 second clip has audio.

Next Time . . .

Next time Mistress Maggie presents such an exciting and scary opportunity I hope I am able to grasp it with both hands; metaphorically grasp it, as will become apparent later in my report. But to start with I was greeted by my Mistress in a fantastic diaphanous latex outfit, teamed with a most prominent glass dildo which was twinkling in my direction. Beneath the clear invader were the long, very long white boots that climb all the way up those statuesque legs, almost, but not quite, to the base of her glass sparkler.

It was my birthday so I had decided to bring a surprise to the party; finally plucking up the courage to wear my latex clothes with no covering coat this time, I made my way to the Chambers. The day was warm, and despite very heavy traffic and one or two passing pedestrians no one appeared interested in a happy chappy with a slave collar sauntering down the road like a rubber pervert, carrying my session bag and a big smile. I really needn’t have been worried, though I probably won’t repeat such a show as I think Maggie may have been a little concerned about attracting attention on her doorstep. Even so my surprise made her smile and she had a good feel at my warm latex.

I always get that familiar buzz as I follow the most beautiful derrière up the stairs to The Playroom. Today Maggie’s bottom was framed by the neat rows of ruffles that embellished her skimpy rubber shorts. Once upstairs I was told to remove my latex, the only item of rubber I was allowed were my knee length stockings, nothing else. Not the catsuit or even the gloves, although I was temporarily allowed to keep my shirt. Why? - because Maggie declared that today was going to be plastic fantastic.

I used to be drawn primarily to latex until Mistress helped me realise that it is her that is the aphrodisiac and not the material, though I must admit to still having a preference for Mistress in all her various latex garments.

Maggie attempted a new method of footwear worship, seated down in front of her throne I was instructed to shuffle backwards into the V of her legs. What a start! With the warmth of my Mistress in the nape of my neck, stroking my hair in a wonderful manner, I could have relaxed there all day. The only drawback was that with Maggie's thighs clamped round her slave I was unable to turn my head far enough to do justice to my position. Unfortunately the delight had to end all too quickly and I was instructed to move to the more conventional position and to proceed with the boot worship, which I duly attended to as my Mistress wished.

Kneeling upright again, I barely had time to lick my lips before the sound of crinkling plastic came from a freshly opened bag and my head was soon enclosed inside. There is nothing like a good bagging to make you feel glad to be alive, and I had the added bonus of being able to gaze adoringly at my captor with her sparkling glass dildo, which seemed to have forgotten which bit of anatomy it was intended for and took the liberty of poking me in the eye!

More plastic, this time containing a small celebratory birthday tipple poured from a rather nice bottle of red. We then relaxed with a toast and enjoyed the wine. I have had 6 birthdays now in the company of my Mistress; that is 6 years where I have really felt alive and I wished for the next 6 years in heaven and the next 6 . . .

Maggie roped me to the horse very lightly and mounted me with the glass dildo, gently inserted and accompanied with a soft whisper of ‘happy birthday slave’ I was being ridden to heaven. There was no necessity for the ropes, I would willingly have remained prone, but I do feel more owned by Mistress when I am wearing restraints, particularly whilst being mounted. Most enjoyable.

Feeling a little underdressed in only my birthday suit and latex stockings we adjourned to the White Room, where the room had already been prepared for the plastic fantastic. Spread out on the couch was the thick plastic body bag that I have lovingly occupied in the past, and that very nice clear plastic hood with the two breathing holes.

Once comfortably fitted and secured inside the hood I climbed aboard and was sealed and strapped into my new home for the rest of the afternoon. I love that hood. It restricts breathing but allows sufficient air supply, every breath is worth it if only for its distinctive plastic bouquet, more importantly I get a very clear vision of my Mistress as she moves around the Clinic preparing my next pleasurable experience.

Mistress set up a breathing circuit for her patient and held an anaesthetic mask over my mouth, the aroma accompanied by sweet verbal encouragement from Maggie sent me into a deep relaxed state. She removed my butt plug replacing it with a Bardex enema pump . . . Ah, an enema was coming my way. ‘Are you allergic to peppermint slave?’ she asked and I confirmed that I wasn’t. Mistress then mixed up a solution and filled up a huge syringe making sure that its contents were infused right where the sun don’t shine.

I was feeling quite warm and grateful of the peppermint’s cooling properties, a little of the cordial had trickled down my cheeks and collected in a cool pool at the base of my spine. It certainly wasn’t going anywhere in the watertight plastic body bag and the liquid soon warmed as my treatments progressed.

I could have stayed all afternoon like that; breathing in and out carefully and gazing at my beautiful Mistress as she liberally applied cocoa butter on all of her slaves available body parts, rubbing it in with her warm hands. Maggie zipped up the bodybag to seal everything in, flicked the room heater up to high and started playing her industrial strength hair dryer all over my plastic covered torso. Today had just climbed quite a few degrees warmer.

Encouraged by the results of the warming on her subject, Maggie began to stir the mix with her violet wand, making sparks jump from my saturated skin. I think other forms of electrical 'enjoyment' for her simmering pot were considered but she opted for the wand as a simple, safe, sensible and sane way of bringing her slave closer to the boil.

Unfortunately, I had to lose the plastic hood because the aroma mask and breathing holes just wouldn't play together, so staying with the plastic theme Maggie simply bound my head with clear plastic bondage tape with a loose flap across the mouth. Now that worked a treat and it allowed comfortable use of the anaesthetic mask while administering gradual doses of aroma. The mask was obviously attached to a rebreather bag because when Maggie told me to ‘take deep breaths slave’ I could hear the breathy noises as I breathed deeply.

So long as you breath in and out quite slowly, the rebreather allows sufficient air to keep you going indefinitely, yet it is torture of the most delicious kind. You have to concentrate on breathing while Mistress goes about her other tasks that certainly do not aid concentration. Maggie has trained her slave well and I had no problem maintaining a steady rhythm despite more heat, more massaging and more peppermint.

Mistress covered me up in an extra layer of green plastic now and began heating it up with her hairdryer. By now I’d had another two huge syringe fulls of the peppermint enema and the aromas were having a wonderfully calming and relaxing effect. I realised then what Mistress meant in her somewhat ambiguous calling email - 'I thought I might take you for a swim for your birthday. Your rubber Mistress will be keeping an eye on you as you float away and manage the extra water at the deep end.' 

Despite the continuous efforts to really heat me up, with a combination of the cooling peppermint, soothing body butter and relaxing aromas, I felt absolutely wonderful. Too lazy to actually swim anywhere, but more than happy to float in all the juices.

Operation time, and I really didn't feel the staples being punched into my groin area. I wont say cock and balls because by the time my Mistress had finished with them they had ceased to exist.

Picking up another syringe she injected a good dose of lubricating jelly behind the staples and into the operation area. Mistress was dissatisfied with her stapler, it had only dispensed a few staples before it went faulty, she was genuinely disappointed and threatened to send it back. I know that when they work properly she finds a stapler far more user friendly than the sutures she previously used.

Oh well, that's progress and Maggie likes to keep abreast of all new methods of entertaining her slaves. Speaking of which, Maggie did stand very close and began stroking my pinioned cock, baring those wonderful breasts to taunt me with their beauty. That really was torture. How do you normally react when such a wonderful vista is presented? I am a hot blooded male and I would normally start to get an erection. Erection with what and where was it going? So I tried my hardest to look, admire and stay comfortable within the staples.

As we were coming to a close Maggie asked if I wanted to remove the staples myself. Imagine, making my way home wearing my nice tight pair of latex briefs covering what used to be my manhood. That thought is so exciting yet so disconcerting. Would it hurt once the aroma had worn off? What would happen when I received the photos with the staples still in situ? How do I pee? Would I be able to walk and drive home because I didn't fancy having to remove the staple half way home! I opted for the cowards way out and asked Mistress to remove them. At the time, that was a good move with no pain or discomfort, but I am seriously contemplating a different decision next time Mistress Maggie staples up her cock and balls. Next time. . . .

Pumped Up and Raring to Go

If I had been tasked with concocting the perfect way to start 2018, I could not have surpassed what Mistress Maggie had planned for our first session of the new year. I knew it was going to be rubbery, very rubbery, I had gleaned that much from Maggie’s call up mail. I knew also that my Mistress would be in a very rubbery costume for the session so I arrived at the Chambers with a hop, skip and very happy jump as my finger jauntily pinged the front door bell. I had that feeling that this was going to be my best year ever.

True to her promise Maggie was very rubbery indeed; a long flowing black latex skirt, a tight basque covering her black latex covered torso, topped off with the wonderful halo of jet black hair that highlights her beautiful face. A song from Tommy briefly came to mind ‘Got a feeling 2018 is going to be a good year’. Apologies to The Who for slightly plagiarizing their title, but the sentiments fit well with the circumstances.

Maggie asked me to sit down on the latex bed and we talked about my training so far in a manner which epitomises how kind my owner really is. She guided the conversation towards asking for my thoughts on how my training was progressing? Was I happy with the direction we took in sessions? Was there anything I wished to be included in my training? . . . All questions asking her slave for feedback on my owners performance. As I gazed across the Playroom where Mistress was seated elegantly on her throne, I couldn’t think of anything constructive to say apart from, ‘Yes I am very happy with no concerns as to where 2018 and beyond may take us, and no I cannot think how to improve the already perfect sessions you create for your slave’, before making a stammered apology for abdicating responsibility which I know must place a huge burden on my owner. But I really don’t want anything to change. ‘More of the same please,’ I rather lamely quipped.

Our chat was drawn to a close and it was back to a new year of renewed training. I was dispatched to the bathroom to divest all my clothes and return wearing my black latex socks and gloves and of course my slave collar. Mistress was wearing long, very long leather boots under her skirt and it was heaven starting at the tip of her toes and licking all the way up past her superb calves, upwards over her knees and slowly upwards over those stunning thighs. Were these boots ever going to stop? Of course and I am well trained not to stray past the footwear so I restarted on the other boot, offering it the same amount of devotion.

Mistress let me know that she planned to have me in three layers of latex and without any ado I was ordered into my black heavyweight catsuit which had been nicely warming on the bed. With Maggie’s help I was soon covered in the first layer, but I had been given no hint of the form the other two rubber layers would take. Mistress always likes me to be well groomed, and the same applies when I am in my latex and once dressed I am to be polished or dusted. As soon as Mistress had finished with her duster a second catsuit was brought down from a hanger, its chlorinated surface was so slippery that I could just slide it on without much assistance. Well I had been promised rubbery, and was now enclosed in two glorious layers and anxiously waiting for the third one to appear, but when it did not come I suspected I must have misheard my Mistress.

Perhaps the third layer was the EO19 gas mask that I was then secured inside, with its heavy rubber smell filling my nostrils I was led through to the Clinic and securely strapped down on the couch. Maggie disappeared returning a little later with one of her catheter kits. The gloves went on and a large plastic drape unwrapped ready to be secured to my rubber suit. My cock felt quite cool being exposed through the centre hole of the drape and even cooler when Maggie started to clean it with her swabs of meths. At this point she would normally apply lubricant to my opening, but not today. Instead, Maggie then used her hands to gather up my genitals and after a period of rattling noises came the distinct sound of a ratchet device being attached behind them.

That’s when my first embarrassment of 2018 occurred, I just couldn’t control my cock. Mistress clearly made it known that she wanted a flaccid cock and with a couple of slaps told me to concentrate on making that happen, but try as I might I could not stop the pesky blighter waking up and waving at my Mistress. I tried to think of nothing; I tried counting sheep but in the end Maggie resorted to the tried and tested method of plonking a bag of frozen ice cubes on the area. Even that was only partially successful and Maggie still struggled to attach the second part of her chastity cage, until finally its lock closed around my cock and balls.

With a sigh of relief and triumph it was on to the next part of her plan, installation of the catheter. Bearing in mind I could not see the extent of my cock confinement, I wondered why it took my owner longer than normal to insert the catheter, but at last I could feel it passing painlessly down my urethra and its internal balloon pumped up. Maggie is now a real expert in this little operation and always maintains her very high hygiene standards with a proper sterile field.

Once the capture and catheterisation of my cock was completed, a pair of kegel balls were dangled in front of my gas mask lenses. ‘These will be inserted down below’ , said Mistress. My red butt plug was brought out and the kegels inserted in to my vacated backdoor hole.

My training has taught me that wherever there are kegels there will always be electric sensations, so no surprise that Mistress was soon making her slaves hips move to her
chosen pulsing rhythm, or ‘dance music’ as Mistress called it. A pleasurable predicament as well, because the more you move the more the balls jiggle and just add to the stimulation, or just until Maggie decides to add a sadistic twist to her actions.

It was at this point I made what I thought was an innocent reference to my total acceptance of Mistresses actions. The lead in conversation explains.

Mistress - 'Do you want to pee slave?’
slave -  ‘No thank you Mistress’
Mistress - ‘No thank you. Ah, you can still be polite even when I am punishing you can’t you?
slave - ‘Are you punishing me Mistress?...

I was trying to convey I accept anything and everything she wishes, so how could it be punishment?

That was the most stupid response I could have made, because the electrics were quickly ramped up from 24 to 48 and THEN I was in no doubt at all that I was being punished. Mistress laughed. My ass was on fire, my hips dancing wildly and I was singing out in pain, vowing once more not to make stupid quips when being trained. If Mistress says she is punishing you, just accept it! The raised electrics had played havoc with the caged cock, I could feel the tight restraints of the steel holding in what was trying to be a growing erection. How come a high voltage experience results in a raging erection?

Mistress warned me that the clinic was about to get very noisy as she plugged something into the shoulder of my catsuit. Ah! I was wearing her new inflatable suit and that was soon confirmed as a very noisy pump leapt into life right next to my left ear. It then dawned on me that I had been enclosed in three layers of latex all along and not just two as I had believed, and thank goodness for the E019 gas mask, the thick rubber of the mask toned down the buzz to a pleasant hum. As my shoulders gradually began to bulk out, Maggie eased the tight restraining bands to allow more air to circulate and before long I was able to feel a swelling round my stomach; not tight but sufficient for me to run my rubber covered hands over a larger than normal gut.

It was time to move back to the Playroom, the restraints had been unbuckled I was to carefully alight from the White Room couch. Reaching just a little too far with my leg to make contact with the floor, I suffered the most agonising cramps in my left leg. It made level 48 feel like being tickled. Fortunately, Mistress took immediate remedial action and massaged the calf gently until the cramps subsided, insistent that she would not proceed until I promised that I was fit to continue. Maggie is sadistic at times but definitely not a complete sadist; thoughtful and kind spring to mind and it certainly reinforces why I am devoted to my owner.

Maggie’s orders determined that the electrics, which were now thankfully reduced to a more normal level 21, would remain pulsing and the plugged catheter and cock cage were there ‘permanently’ as we traversed the short distance between the White Room and Playroom.

Not content that my lower appendage was now rendered useless and incapable of being pumped up any further, more inflation was required by Mistress. The pump was plugged in again and the catsuit inflated to a much larger size, applying pressure to all parts of her rubber slave. The matching inflatable hood and mittens followed rendering me a balloon man, I was left to acclimatise myself to my new inflated predicament, unable to touch anything with my round ball hands, unable to move freely with my round ball body and my senses deprived by my round ball head.

I have experienced this rather pleasant latex hood previously, at lower pressures it has stayed in place without too much fuss, Maggie's plans today necessitated fixing my slave collar tightly over the hoods neck band to keep it securely in place, even so, with the great pressure applied, the hood eyes were eventually pointing skywards and the breathing tube required a very firm grip between my teeth. It is possible that an attachment similar to a divers mouthpiece may prove beneficial and I will mention this to my owner.

I was lightly strapped to the cell bars and Mistress amused herself with her little game of ‘inflate and frustrate’. Armed with her hitachi vibrator my imprisoned cock was at her mercy. Talk about frustrated. My sausage literally took on the shape of a sausage in a far too tight skin and the catheter just hung there. I have come to the conclusion that Mistress Maggie is an expert in frustrating her slaves. Another of her endearing qualities.

Once we had deflated all the inflatables, removed all the rubber and … well, that was it. As an act of obedience and submission I was sent home with instructions to keep the catheter and cage on until Monday. Now that was a thrill to leave the Chambers in this state, I loved the concept and was resolved to do exactly as asked. Unfortunately, after a fitful nights sleep I awoke in the early hours of Saturday, having dreamed the most deliciously erotic dreams about my Mistress, with what would have been a super hard and large cock, wanting a pee and desperate for relief from the continuous compression. I succumbed, and at about 06:30 used the keys to free the cage and the syringe that Mistress had loaned me for emergencies to deflate the catheter.

I have already informed Mistress Maggie of my failure and we agree long term caging is probably not our scene and after the excruciating agony of a really compressed cock I take my hat off to those who report that they spend weeks stuck in chastity. The cage was one I had not worn before and unlike the other devices I have tried, its ratchet tightly round my balls made it immovable without the keys. I must admit to regretting having to remove both items as it provided a real sense of long-term ownership. I know, I am a really lucky slave and a Happy New Year to everyone.

Big Red, Big One, Big Ride

As occasionally happens to commemorate special occasions, Mistress Maggie had planned something special, and we would enjoy a day out in Blackpool. I had finally and irreparably been declared 'old' by the state, having reached my 65th year and one of the last pensioners to receive my pension at sixty five. We were to take a thrill ride on the Big One, enjoy the spectacular views over the bay for about two seconds before plunging almost to death down that first, terrifying and very steep drop, take in some of the local attractions, perhaps another ride or two and end with a feast and perhaps, if I was lucky, a celebratory cake. It certainly sounded a wonderful way to celebrate with a day out with two friends.

It sounds idyllic so far, but those of you who know my Mistress or have followed this diary know that her slaves enjoyment could not possibly be restricted to these 'normal' pastimes. The day started almost normally. I stripped off and stood in front of my owner, as naked as the day I was born and set about some serious boot worship. Mistress said she had promised to whip me and whip me she would, meanwhile I was to continue with my boot worship while she raised and wielded her floggers' many tails. I couldn't recall having done anything to warrant such an onslaught but knew to accept a reddened arse without complaints because Maggie is in charge and owns the property rights.

It turns out that I had attempted to help others join my Mistress in slavery (part of my promise to my Mistress), by directing a gentleman into Maggie's tender care without realising he was across the North Sea and not readily able to travel. But, apparently he can e-mail and after what must have been a friendly exchange with Maggie she had promised him that I would receive a good thrashing for my stupidity. That is why I was now ass up infront of Mistress feeling her whip. I shall not dwell on the trials and tribulations of helping lost souls . . .

The last time I came along for my session, Maggie had successfully fitted my new butt plug, Big Red, but it had slipped out again very soon after. Maggie said that Big Red needed more help at becoming properly seated in my arsehole and would be taking the trip to Blackpool inside me. I was fitted with a very tight belt and crotch strap that would hopefully keep Big Red in place for the big rides later on. With the straps dangling Mistress led me to the White Room, where I was introduced to the newly acquired medical couch that Mistress had so proudly taken delivery of only a few days before.

Reclining and strapped down on the new couch I was  given a demonstration of a few of its magical abilities. Three buttons and electric motors everywhere, but despite all the bells and whistles I could detect a note of sadness in Mistresses voice towards the old couch that had served her well over the previous five years. But onwards and upwards and I had the first ride of the day. Click - tilt backwards click, forwards. Click - up and down. Click - recline. It was certainly versatile and would help my owner to position her slaves accurately for whatever activities were to happen but I must admit, I too had a tinge of nostalgia for the old faithful black and white couch, ousted by the all singing all dancing grey interloper. I thought for a moment this may be a sign of things to come for this old, well worn but faithful slave. Anyway, the leather crotch strap was tightened and Big Red held firm. We shouldn't have any trouble with its escape.

All was well during the drive to our destination. Big Red stayed under control, my outer casuals hiding the fact I had a huge plug securely strapped in place. That didn't last long. The next 'drive' was oh so very different; very hilly, the car and passengers all over the place, very tight corners, speeds that would make your hair curl, and all having the effect of giving Big Red a thrilling ride round my bum hole until I was finally able to get my feet back on firm ground.

As we disembarked our carriages I could feel movement down below and had to rush or rather waddle to the nearest toilets, before my Big Red friend made its way down my trouser leg and smiled at some innocent passer by. With all the roller coasting movement on the Big One, the centre strap had moved sufficiently to allow Big Red to escape. Well it had taken a hair raising, death defying ride to dislodge the butt plug and I was reasonably satisfied that my bum could accommodate BR in 'normal' circumstances.

Flushed with adrenalin from the Big One ride, I agreed to my owners suggestion that a sail in Valhalla was an excellent 'follow up' adventure. Mind you, I agree to everything my Mistress suggests; that is just the way of the world. Nor had she forgotten to bring along her retractable whip for punishing anyone who fails to comply. Signs do warn you that you may get wet, so not being dressed in our latex today we all invested in plastic ponchos. What a rip off, two quid for a large plastic bag. I did my best to get into mine, it makes a change from Mistress inserting me in one, although certainly not as rewarding or for that matter as water tight!

Off we sailed taking in some very hot, windy and wet moments as the ride progressed. All was almost dry until the first major waterfall. I was sat with Maggie and the deluge cascaded over both our plastic covered heads. Maggie still dry, me very wet. That didn't last long either. By the end of the ride we were all very wet indeed, although despite John being in the front seat, he came out the dryest. It was a good job it was a warm day as we all dried quickly as we spun through the air on the Space Ships ride!

Anyway, by this time, I was in need of a drink and Mistress had that covered too. I must have mentioned that Mistress is meticulous in her planning? Well, diving into her trusty handbag, which by now was rather damp having been waterlogged on Valhalla, she brought out a drinking cup. Judging by the pale golden hue of the contents, it was either diluted orange or something far more tasty. I sipped slowly and wondered what our fellow travellers would have made of three friends casually enjoying themselves with one drinking his owners pee whilst wearing my slave collar. The collar had already attracted a few surreptitious glances but I suspect the pee pot went unnoticed.

All I know was, on this very warm day, it was cool, very refreshing and tasting of my Mistress. I was at that stage very happy and very relaxed. On the way back to Chambers, we stopped at a chippy and ate a hearty plate of fish, chips mushy peas etc, chatted away and by then I was somewhat relieved that BR had escaped. I was still aware of the tight harness under my civilian clothes, the crotch strap was a little looser but nevertheless acted as a constant reminder as to who owned me.

Back in The Clinic there were two final surprises that Mistress had planned for her slave. The first was birthday candles to celebrate the special day. If I am honest, I didn't expect my balls to be the cake but there again, Mistress always has a flair for the unusual.

I received my second ride on the electric gynae chair, accompanied by a suitable amount of aromas to help ease any pain as seven or eight needles were inserted in my 'cake'. Thank goodness it wasn't one for each year! Maggie had already tightened my cock and balls to what I assumed was the bondage board, her cord ties keeping my throbbing organ securely where she wanted it. Not too tight but enough to keep it on the straight and narrow. I could feel some other strange sensations but couldn't see what was happening, but I did hear the click click of a lighter and tensed as I got a whiff of fresh candle wax, burning fresh candle wax!

I thought now might be a good time to beg for more medicine, to take more deep breaths of aroma and to try to keep very still. There is only so long that you can fend off the inevitable and eventually I was feeling the hot wax dribbling across my hot balls. Mistress kept me moaning for several minutes and was really enjoying the celebrations. Blowing out the candles she commented on how she was happy to be burning my balls, but making them burn low enough to set light to her plastic equipment was taking things a bit too far.

Laying flat and with little visibility of my burning cake other than the lashing flames, I was curious how Mistress had managed to attach the candles without me feeling any discomfort. It turns out she had specially shaped each candle base so that it would fit into the end of the medical grade needles. I told you, Mistress thinks of everything. A water bucket had also been strategically placed near the burning candles 'just in case'.

Speaking of forward planning, I see from the photos that The bondage board had been discreetly covered in surgical tape just where any wax run off may have spilled, so as to minimise damage to its surface. I wish she had done that with my cock and balls!

And so to the second surprise. A second ride of the day on another big one. Mistress donned her larger dildo and proceeded to mount her slave with the biggest thing I have ever had stuffed up my bum. The motors were put into operation; click - tilt, click up, click down went the chair, until Maggie had the right angle of attack. Finally the big one slid home providing her slave with yet another wild and thrilling pleasure trip.

Removing her large used dildo, Mistress announced that she needed the toilet and instructed me to await her return. Not difficult as I was strapped and shackled to the new chair, but not for long. On her return I was instructed onto my knees and use my tongue to make sure her arsehole was clean. More use of the electric motors as Mistress knelt on the chair to produce a no nonsense angle for her arse licking slave, and even though I say so myself, I did a really good job and enjoyed the task immensely. Perhaps there is a use for this older model slave in this new world after all?

I would like to thank both Mistress Maggie and her husband, John, for their kindness in taking me out for one helluva memorable birthday present.

I'm Not Convinced You're Hot Enough

It was Friday and my first session of the new year was only one hour away and I knew that Mistress Maggie would be awaiting my confirmation. In an effort to reaffirm that I was her property and how my attendance was solely dependent on my Mistresses agreement and nothing else, I began typing my text message . . .   ‘May I still attend at 1430 please?’

First mistake of 2017. Mistress clearly was not in the mood for my grovelling approach, especially as she had taken time to write to me yesterday with a firm reminder to present myself for further training. Mistress deemed that some discipline was needed for my stupidity and careless choice of words and I was immediately confronted with my just desserts. I took my place over Maggie’s knee to receive a warm up hand spanking followed by a right roasting with a series of implements, those slapping slippers and leather slappers came raining down until my backside felt red hot, but not hot enough by all accounts.

Maggie continued with her interrogations. ‘What's all this may I attend rubbish? . . . I was expecting a confirmation, not a question that’s been answered . . . Are you trying to tell me something slave? . . . Don’t you want to continue your training slave? . . .’  a half inch thick wooden bum blisterer was put to work to assist with  generating some sensible replies. I must confess that I got a thrill from being prone across Mistresses latex covered thighs, a comment I will no doubt pay for in the future. I then received a little plastic bagging whilst my Mistress outlined the rest of the session to me through the misting plastic. ‘Your red scorching bum is only the start, I have even more hot ways coming, enough to give you a thirst’.

After that I was fitted into my black catsuit and the session was moved to the White Room. The heating had been set at a cozy level, so the latex hospital gown I was given to wear and the large latex drape that was covering the couch were already nice and warm. I was told to lay down with my legs raised up and Maggie brought in some white ropes and did a good job of securing me down, neatly roping up my balls out the way of my backside, she then set up her Gas Station to administer therapeutic aromas.

Mistress has so many gas masks at her disposal, but decided the large lenses of an S10 would give me the best view of the proceedings, and with my head raised up it was fitted on over the top of my latex mask to create an excellent seal. A corrugated hose connected slave to Gas Station and I was sent on a high, as Mistress took charge of the pump and started squeezing the aroma through the pipework to subdue me. I smiled because this configuration is generally the precursor to some anal play with my Mistress.

My hands which had been left hanging were now to be prevented from wandering as they were inserted into leather fist mittens and the sound of metal snap fasteners indicated the end of my freedom. I checked, and yes, I was securely attached to the couch, a cruel fate because Mistress knows I dream of stroking her superb latex clad buttocks whenever I can.

The pumped aromas were starting to take effect on my arsehole. I had already been fitted with my regular butt plug earlier, but now my muscles were nice and relaxed it was time for it to be removed and a pair of electric Kegel balls installed instead; there was a sensation of cold metal being tightened around cock and balls which also turned out to be electrodes. When Mistress was satisfied I was wired up correctly she squeezed the aroma pump a few times, ‘a little more medicine for you'  and the electric pulses were turned on. ‘Slave, are you feeling hot yet in all that rubber?’.

What could I say? I was starting to warm up; not at the boiling stage but sufficient to feel pleasantly warm. I grunted a 'No Mistress' through the S10. Mistress gave me and my rubber layers a stroke to feel my temperature for herself. ’Well, I’m not quite convinced that is hot enough for you. You need more rubber, and also, I am now going to switch up your electrodes to make things a little more steamy!'

And up the electrodes went. Not high enough to force an explosive eruption, more a gradual build up of seismic pressure that would eventually violently erupt. A bit like Vesuvius and on went a another layer of latex in the form of the Clinics clear rubber sheet. Yep, I was definitely starting to warm up by now but I was loving the situation even more.

It was then that I started to think about Christmas and how the turkey might have felt. No, I hadn't completely lost the plot, it was Maggie’s liberal use of the hairdryer that caused me to think that way! She was now seriously raising my temperature levels with her high power hair dryer all over my exposed bits and rubber covered bits. It got me thinking what it must feel like being in a fan oven and naturally, being early January, I could still visualise the turkey cooking and browning away in . . . the fan oven. I said I hadn't lost it! Anyway, what could I do? My orifice was stuffed with fancy pulse stuffing and all I could do was lie back and roast.

The electrodes were continuing to deliver their thrill building pulses when Mistress decreed some larger ass play would amuse her; off she went to put on a strap-on. Of course, the Kegel balls needed to be removed to make way for the invader, but I hardly had chance to take a breath before her strap-on was inserted. Maggie kindly described which dildo she was wearing and how she intended to use it. Due to my prone position I was unable see as the strap-on found its way into my hole, but I could certainly feel it as the first inch or so was eased in then the whole of the rest sank deep inside me and gave me a good long fucking. I certainly know my place when Maggie mounts me and we both know who is the leader of this pack and it ain’t me!

The aromas had worked, the butt plug had worked, the Kegels had worked in loosening my arsehole and the dildo slid in and out effortlessly as Maggie pounded my insides. Slow slow, quick quick slow. I was really disappointed when the dildo was finally pulled all the way out and the electric Kegels were re-instated. It is hard to believe that when Mistress first took my cherry, it was a one finger job and quite tight. Now I can take big toys and still hunger for more.

In fact, thinking back to when I was fortunate to be taken in hand by my owner, there were many challenges I would never have believed possible. For instance, who would have thought that one day I would willingly accept needles through my nipples without anything more than a murmur. Yet, without any warning my Mistress wished to insert needles in my nipples right now.

The warm rubber sheet and my gown were rolled up and tucked under my chin, my nipple zips were opened and my nipples revealed then subsequently pulled and extended. On the count of three a needle was pushed through each one in an operation that took less than two minutes. Mistress said she was pleased that I hadn't flinched with the needles, or even good enough to have earned some rewards. A deep breath when instructed helps to absorb the pain and this happy slave once more was fulfilling my promise to willingly do whatever my Mistress asks, immediately and without question.

The nipple needles were there to stay, I was covered up in the gown and rubber sheet again and Maggie did another temperature check by fondling her latex covered slave, declaring ‘I am still not convinced you are hot enough’.

I guessed I may experience another encounter with her hot hairdryer, and so I did, but not before Mistress had cleared away all her electrodes and smothered all my exposed bits with cocoa butter, gently massaging the butter into my skin. Now that did nearly embarrass me. Imagine, the soft massaging motion of a beautiful woman working on and around your groin; massaging gently and even easing the zips a little higher to expose even more of my excited quivering flesh. And then back to the Christmas theme of basting the turkey, Mistress once more turned on the hair dryer, fanning and directed its heat over the recently buttered areas and my rubber covering. By now I was getting genuinely hot!
 
Ah! At last Mistress declared that I may have been sufficiently warmed up, pricked, poked, gassed, basted, stuffed and even hot enough to have developed a thirst. I was kindly asked if I would like a drink ‘oh, yes please Mistress’. First though and because of all the various items that had found their way up my arse, Mistress said I should be cleaned internally and at the same time be rehydrated by absorption. After that if there was any liquid left I could have my drink.

I am not convinced that filling my back passage with fluid actually helps hydration, but as always, Maggie knows best and there is no better and easier way but for her to produce the warm, fresh fluids needed to clean out that orifice.

Once again I could hear the feint splash as a jug was being filled. I tried to look but the bondage inhibited my line of sight, so I had to be content with a description of what was happening. At least Mistress did bring the inflatable butt plug into my vision to ask if six pumps would keep the plug in? Yep, six pumps looked quite satisfactory through the round windows of the S10. Thank you for that Mistress! In went the nectar enema. Not particularly taxing because Mistress reserved some of her piss as a thirst quencher, but enough for me to once more relish that feeling that Mistresses fluids were now safely plugged inside her slave.

Finally I got to quench my thirst with what was left over from my enema as I took a sip on the presented tube. By this time my champagne had cooled and it turned out to be the most refreshing drink I had received for a long time. 2017 was actually turning out a lot better than my initial mistake with the text would have suggested. I think Maggie was moderately pleased with our progress in this first session after the break, and I was allowed down off the couch ready to learn about my rewards.

‘Slave, I am pleased with your progress, you have been very well behaved today and have earned yourself the privilege of licking my heels’. The enema was still gurgling about in my stomach as I took my place at her booted feet.

Naturally and as always, I had shown my devotions at the start of the session, when I had thrown myself at those thigh boots had given them considerable tonguing attention, right down to the open toes and Mistresses clearly visible red varnished toenails. Now I was allowed the delight of cleaning and consuming her high heels.

In each heel went and I actually smiled to myself that I was able to accommodate the whole length of Maggie's heels without gagging. I also had an added bonus; that I could gaze up those superbly crafted legs, past the tops of those boots, past those sacred and superbly latex enclosed thighs, past Mistresses tightly latex covered bottom, past her superb latex covered breasts with their nipple zips still, unfortunately, firmly closed, lingering a little on the striking three pronged necklace that provided the only colour to the severe black, and finally coming to rest on the most beautiful Mistress I could ever imagine.

I think I had almost pleased my Mistress during the session because as a final reward, I was allowed to pay homage to my Mistresses latex covered thighs. An area that is normally out of bounds and subject to punishment if I were to stray past the tops of her boots. It was a hard decision but what could an obedient slave do. Dive straight in. I gently caressed and licked her thighs with long slow movements. I must say her latex covered thighs are stunning, smooth and warm. Heat was radiating from my Mistresses abdomen and my own temperature was certainly starting to rise again. I loved every short moment that I was allowed in such proximity to that permanently excluded area.

Then it was all over. I had received my rewards for being a passable slave and it was off to the bathroom to deflate the enema bung and let the liquid flow. This is the only time I feel embarrassed in my Mistresses company. Next time I think I will suggest Mistress Maggie wears her newly completed Steampunk mask. As for the signs for 2017, if the rest of the year flows like this first session, this slave will continue to be in heaven and I will be able to serve my owner in whatever way she sees fit.

I will also revert to 14:30 arrival confirmed. Trying too hard to say how my slave existence depends wholly on my Mistress sometimes lands me in trouble!

Plain Stupidity

Oh what depths of stupidity can a simple slave sink to? It was only two months ago when I reported in this blog that I had received 20 hard strokes of the cane from Mistress Maggie for carelessness in web addressing. I promised at the time to learn ‘Less haste more attention’, yet here I am having to report exactly the same issues again. A week ago, I received the following from Maggie. ’I’m a bit pissed off, your web addressing is so clumsy slave.’ That was an understatement and in Harry Potter terms, I received a Howler!

Maggie knows that the simple mention of nipple clamps will set her slave wincing. To compound anxiety at being such a stupid slave, at the start of this week, Mistress allowed me a choice:

'  I am not adverse to a little bartering and propose a couple of options. How do we make you learn ‘less haste more attention?' -

a. nipple torture
b. reduced nipple torture plus 40 cane strokes

Make a choice slave, a or b . . .  '

A - I replied by email! The feeling of those 20 intense cane strokes I had taken came flooding back to me, never mind 40. I thought that ‘A’ may be the easier option to manage. Oh how wrong could I be?

I was greeted by Mistress at the door to the Chambers, as always she was a complete picture of power, grace and beauty. Dressed in a stunning black, underwired latex leotard she ushered me in, her legs were adorned with shiny black patent boots complemented by transparent seamed latex stockings, she wore long transparent gloves that gestured me to follow her undulating bottom to the Playroom. Mistress Maggie had me stand before her and chided me for my poor performance, saying ‘your nipples will be badly punished for this’, before explaining, albeit somewhat briefly, the running order for the session. In a change to normal routine, Mistress chose to perform the punishment at the end of our session, and why that decision was the best choice will unfold in the blog.

Mistress said she would like me in full black rubber and to lay my catsuit on the bed. I was then sent to the bathroom to undress and put on my latex stockings and gloves, returning in no time at all to find Mistress reclining on the padded bench awaiting some good boot licking from her slave. So I busied my tongue and set about shining her already shiny knee boots, before Mistress stood up and indicated that I should occupy the padded bench instead. I knelt there, bum raised for my butt plug to be slid home very easily.

Mistress must have liked her slave in this position, as going off at a tangent she allowed herself one of those rare off-script moments; selecting one of her many leather whips and landing fast rotating strokes on my proffered backside with it. The laughing tone in her voice suggested she was much amused. ‘I just couldn’t resist, your ass looked like it needed beating’. Maggie was happy, I was happy and the world was. . . quite a mess actually with Brexit, Nice etc, but at that point I didn't care, I was in my own little world with my owner.

Mistress helped me into my rubber catsuit and I was ready for my next adventure. We adjourned to the Clinic, and there I was tied to a chair; a small length of rope was all that was required to secure my wrists. Maggie produced a roll of standard cling film, suffice is to say that my vision of Mistress was soon transformed from crystal clear to shiny and hazy, the layers were being stretched tight round my head and smoothed into position. I was grateful to feel her finger being forced through the plastic into my mouth, allowing me a necessary breath.

Carefully onto the couch, I was strapped down with legs suspended from the ‘goalpost’ frame and a rigid posture collar strapped round my neck to ensure I was only looking forward. I love watching Maggie move around and this, together with the cling-film, curtailed that visual enjoyment, but Mistress was happy and I could still hear what was going on.

Out came the butt plug and after a couple of long drags from the aroma dispenser to help me relax Mistress vanished, returning a couple of moments later with items that she started feeding into my vacant orifice. ‘Piss ice cubes’, she proudly announced and fed them one by one into my eager cave, pushing them deep inside with a medical instrument. It was a strange feeling or rather a lack of a strange feeling. I could tell the four ice cubes were up there but there was very little discomfort normally associated with the application of ice to the human body.

As I lay there relishing the thought that Mistress had allowed some of her juices to actually be inside me, I received more excellent news in the form of that soft tinkling sound, as Mistress stood beside my left ear and emptied the contents of her bladder into a jug. The pee was quickly decanted into the large enema bag and I was informed that some very warm fluids would be joining the four piss cubes.

More relaxation from the aromas and the Bardex double balloon enema tube was in place. No discomfort whatsoever, in fact I really love how Mistress handles insertions into my bum; sufficient lubrication, gentle insertion, judicious application of relaxing aromas, she has trained me well. Not satisfied that I was receiving my fill, (big smile from me as I realised my bum capacity exceeded that of Mistresses considerable bladder), so a quick trip to the bathroom for a jug full of warm water to supplement her juices in the enema bag and. . . . just lay there and enjoy the liquid infusion. It is a very pleasant sensation to receive the warm water and pee mixture, I smiled once more because I knew I had quite a lot of my Mistress actually inside me this time. Melting piss cubes coming into contact with the warm piss and colon walls had now added to the considerable amount of liquid gurgling around inside my distended stomach.

Once emptied, the enema tube was securely clamped and plugged, and I was full of Mistresses very special golden juice, very comfortable and mentally such a turn on. I might well have had an accompanying erection, but Mistress was now fitting some very heavy equipment around cock and balls that turned out to be a metal chastity cage. More of that later.

Then things started to take a turn for the worse. Up until now there had been no attention to nipples, despite their zips being wide open and free range for Maggie. I think my nipples had retracted as far as they could in an attempt to escape their imminent punishment, but to no avail. The suction cups came out and Maggie started winding them up to create a vacuum around my freshly lubricated buds. Every few minutes, Mistress applied a few more turns of the screws and kept pulling the cups to make sure they were firmly attached and doing their job of stretching my nipples. I would have willingly told her if only she’d asked and if I didn't have a breathing tube stuck in my mouth. I could have also told her that the nipples didn't need the extra weight suspended from the ’goalpost’ frame, and that is perhaps the reason why I needed the breathing tube, to keep me quiet!

OK quick resume: bowels full of Mistresses piss, head covered in cling film, cock locked up, strapped to a gynae couch, nipples being distended and sucked out of hibernation - next came the bombshell. ‘Right. Back to the Playroom to start your nipple punishment now slave’.

Start the punishment! My nipples were already standing out like the new door chime I had rung much earlier. As Mistress was making final preparations for the move, I could vaguely see her fondling the roll of cling film and off came another length and straight across my face and importantly my aghast mouth hole. Unconcerned that I was now struggling for breaths, Mistress continued with her removal preparations. It was then I discovered why Mistress had bought standard cling film to incarcerate her slaves' head. With a single film over my mouth I sucked really hard to let Mistress know I was about to expire, this resulted in a loud pop like a balloon bursting and I had sucked an air hole for myself. Maggie just carried on untying my straps and cutting off the head shroud as if nothing had happened. I am the property of an amazing woman and true expert in getting the best out of her slaves.

Waddling back to the Playroom with the two Bardex pumps swinging between my legs the punishment part of my session was about to start. I was given some latex head gear instead: the open latex hood and the special face muzzle. Lying flat on the low punishment bench my hands were 'mitted' and strapped out of the way and my head placed inside the Stocks that were in turn hung from the overhead ring. If punishing my nipples hadn't been the order of the day, I was in the perfect position to have my Mistress sink her latex covered rump over a very eager slaves mouth. As it was, with my now extended and available nipples, Maggie set about torturing them. I use the word torture because that is exactly what she did. I knew I fully deserved whatever punishment Maggie thought was necessary and was resolved to accept it in the best way I could.

With light pinches it started off OK, but as Maggie sat on my piss extended abdomen she started work on both nipples with her sharp nails. Unlike a clamp which is a short sharp pain followed by a growing ache, Maggie's nails were relentless. Left scratch right scratch, left, right, left, left, right, right, gripping my nipples with her nails and squeezing and pulling them hard in all directions. All the time I was getting closer to that edge. I could tell I had arrived at the pain threshold because my breathing starts to go really ragged with the pain, I had to really beg ‘Mistress. No more. PLEASE no more. . . ‘. I am fortunate Mistress knows when I am 'there’, she released me and allowed a few minutes of calmness before moving me to the Throne, where a chain was used round my chest and my hands securely cuffed, my Bardex balloons dangling nicely through the central hole in the Throne. I used the brief respite to regulate my breathing and retreat as far as I could from that pain edge.

Maggie took a dog brush and dragged the horrible nylon bristles back and forth across my chest. Occasionally she wiped away a few spots of blood. My ordeal wasn't over, nor should it have been. I had really disappointed my Mistress and it was up to her to decide the punishment. The box of nipple clamps was put on the table. ‘Oh look, do you remember these nice custardy yellow ones for cowards? You've worn these before’. Yes and they had bloody well hurt, that was before my nipples were battered and ripped to shreds and very sore, yet strangely after a few moments recovery Mistress applied the yellow perils and I was able to absorb the pain; I deserved it and would cope with the discomfort. It didn't stop me from really pleading with Mistress as the pain grew intense, I had been granted permission to shout and cry, this punishment was justified and I had no complaints.

After two more styles of nipple clamps, I was once again approaching that edge. This time Mistress determined that enough pain had been inflicted and I was well and truly punished for my misdemeanours, perhaps now I will remember ‘Less haste more attention’. I think that’s why my owner decided to undertake punishment at the end of the session. If I was that close to my pain threshold after an early punishment I would have been of little use in the Clinic, more of a wimp and Mistress would miss out on some of her hard earned enjoyment.

Brilliant strategist is Mistress Maggie.

Two things worthy of mention occurred after the formal end of my punishment, beginning with some sumptuous recovery time on the Playroom latex bed. Maggie innocently said I would have to go home wearing the chastity device fitted in the Clinic, but when she went under cover to check it, it had disappeared; the device not her cock and balls I hasten to add. I must have a cock and balls tutored by Houdini, either that or I had relaxed and recovered so much that it had just dropped off. Then later as we were having a 'wind down' coffee, Mistress sat herself down on the sofa, gave me a cloth and Mr Sheen and I was re-acquainted with her patent boots and told to polish them. I found that action so natural and just enjoyed the act of continuing to serve my owner.

Did I have another good session? Yes another excellent one. I deserved the punishment and will really try harder to consistently please my Mistress.

Are your nipples still sore? Bloody well yes. The following morning I could barely touch the buds; not helped by Mistress stamping each nipple with the ‘I’ve been punished by Mistress Maggie’ stamp. I do love these extra bits of attention that I am granted.

Is Mistress really sadistic? Yes but only when you deserve it, or when she feels like it!